Well, this post will be something Larguita because I have not written long ago and it has been sooooo many things besides that I will not know until opportunity to post.
Well, let's start the trip to Quebec. Quebec is a beautiful and very tiny (750,000 inhabitants), started visiting a park along the river Sait-Laurent, where we ate and got ready to walk in the city.
Well, let's start the trip to Quebec. Quebec is a beautiful and very tiny (750,000 inhabitants), started visiting a park along the river Sait-Laurent, where we ate and got ready to walk in the city.
One thing that caught my attention were the murals explaining eg Quebec hospital, where we explain the different specialties and there appears a strange Siamese cat out a window, check the photos.
There are other murals which explains the life of the city.
Quebec is a very colorful, like fairy tale, takes me back to images already looking for European and a resemblance to Veracruz Xalapa might be like for its steep streets, its alleys and culture that can be seen on every street.
will not say much more than Quebec, and now I will talk about my birthday which was the rarest I've had in my life. It all started on Friday 13 June that we left Lotbinierge, leave late entry and the first event was the large amount of tires at a stop to the bathroom, we Jaime (who was the hero of the weekend and has become our zen zei,) Angie, his dog, Theo, Vic and I, the fact is that the repair did not work and ended up waiting for the CAA to repair the tire, it took about 4 hours. At last the truck along with some friends who came later but we Alcazar, and we were putting ourselves in agreement when ZAZ! running over the dog Angie, the girl who invited us .... That was a sad event! besides that I saw everything as it happened, poor Theo, through an oversight was killed.
James, the hero of the party
Well, after that we all went to the "party" with a lump in the throat. The Party received us very well, understanding the pain and hard time we spent, but from that Angie saw her boyfriend became LA Llorona and did not stop on Friday and Saturday were days to hear their cries for the dog, but it was not only sadness, they were like bawling, shouting, an awesome thing. It seemed as if she was not going to happen, no one would and that she had not the slightest intention of recovery.
My friends helped dig the grave of the dog, carry it, making the cross, etc. .. and even with this there was never a sign of thanks.
We had a good time because all my friends behaved to height, but this girl I left a very bad image, since we were their guests with everything and what happened, and for my taste receive treatment in very bad taste, in addition to seeing a terrible pain on function. It's a shame that being in a place so nice, we could not enjoy themselves.
After the event caused me much laughter come to know the police car in Quebec and not having ever seen in Mexico
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
my
Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrroo !!!!!
Do not think that I am not cool, I understand the pain of losing a pet because I have lived, but believe me it was too, at one point we all feel afraid of what this girl could do, because the screams were heard throughout the house, despite being the big house. Finally! Each quiencito, but whatever, I better paint my line.
Do not think that I am not cool, I understand the pain of losing a pet because I have lived, but believe me it was too, at one point we all feel afraid of what this girl could do, because the screams were heard throughout the house, despite being the big house. Finally! Each quiencito, but whatever, I better paint my line.
Well, tomorrow starts the Jazz Festival with Fireworks contest, tomorrow it's up to France and see how it ... I hope TO SHOW reporting everything that happens, because apparently the party will not stop during the month of July.
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